Archive for November, 1998

Hmph. I sharpened three pencils, and just as I tried to write “November” in the date above, they all broke. So now I gotta use this sporadic pen. Oh, well. I finally finished my DBQ about Democratic-Republicans loosely interpreting the Constitution in the 1800’s and 1810’s. I have a four-day weekend and I wait until 10:40 PM on Sunday to start it. Now if that’s not procrastination, I don’t know what is.

SaXon Geat held a rehearsal yesterday. In case you have no idea what in the Sam Hill SaXon Geat is, it’s a band Ben organized that I write songs for and also play the keyboard. The band website is: http://users.sisna.com/kparkes. On Tuesday we are performing “Love at the Regional Dance” and “Samba Dee’s Cryin'” at Open Mic Night, a night of fun stories that Literary Magazine is sponsoring. Tuesday is also our first Madrigal performance, during the day. We gots lots of Christmas songs, so we’ll be OK. I have writer’s block from writing that DBQ, so today’s journal entry is shorter than most. In any case, I gotta go. Bye.

I thought I’d write with a scripture marker, just for a change of pace. This is the last entry of my journal before I turn 16! Yes, November 12 is my birthday! Today (actually yesterday) was our Veteran’s Day Concert at the Jon M. Huntsman center downtown. All the Granite School District choirs sang songs, accompanied by the 23rd Army Band. I don’t know if I want to buy the CD yet. I sat right next to Casey Wayman, the wackiest guy this side of wacky wackiness. You may remember him from such quotes as, “But there was no end to war. Hhhuummm. . .”, “Sancta Maria, Columbus Sailing. . .”, and “Oh, the bah dahbah. . .” Unfortunately, he got kicked out of The Music Man, but I’ll probably never go into that story. Speaking of which, it is performed November 19, 20, and 23 at 7:00 PM and is $4.00 per person, and the posters advertising this information are hideously ugly. But what am I telling you for? By the time another living soul reads this, the musical’ll be over with. Nobody’ll care what time or day it WAS. Ah, well. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye.